My Dutch pet

Chapter 11

 

As you have finished pleasuring the guests pussies for the evening you are led by your leash to the shower block and told to clean yourself as you have other duties to attend to and the guests don’t want a slave stinking of pussy juices serving them.  Your tongue is swollen and dry and your jaw aching and you are desperate for a cool drink, but you know that you will not be offered another drink this evening, so while you are in the shower you lean your head back and try to drink as much water from the shower as you can.  As the shower is cold yet again, your thirst is soon relieved.  The shower also goes some way to relieving the ache left in your balls from the clothespins.

 

When you are finished and you have dried yourself you are led still naked (apart from the chastity device which it appears the stewards have forgotten to remove) back into the drawing room.  Your duty this time is to give foot massages to those women who want one.  You are instructed by the steward to crawl on your hands and knees to each guest in turn and beg them to let you lick their feet and suck their toes.  You feel your face flush red with embarrassment at the thought of begging these women to do something so degrading, but as you found out a long time ago, you have no choice in what you do.  Your life no longer belongs to you.  Reluctantly but quickly to avoid the bite of a whip across your flesh, you drop to your knees and crawl to the first woman waiting for you, wondering how much lower you can sink into humiliation.

 

Keeping your head subserviently down, as you dare not look the woman in the eyes incase you are beaten you ask ‘Please ma’am I beg you to be kind enough to allow me - a worthless slave to caress your beautiful feet, and if you will allow me, to take your beautiful toes into my undeserving mouth so that I may give you pleasure.’ 

 

Your voice wavers as you force the words out.  You are near to tears knowing that this is how your life will be from now on.  Pleasuring countless men and women who have no regard or thought for your feelings.  To them you are not a human being, you are just a worthless piece of meat to be abused as they see fit.

 

When the woman hears your foreign accent, she leans forward and holding your chin lifts your head up so that she can look at your face.  Looking at her you can see she is in her 60’s and has a kind face.  She looks like someone’s grandmother, what on earth is she doing here?!

 

‘Mmmm that is such a sexy accent you have, what country are you from?’

 

‘I’m from the Netherlands ma’am’.

 

‘Oh, uit het land van de tulpen en molens, ik dacht al dat je accent me bekend voorkwam. ik heb daar ook gewoond, vele jaren geleden, in de stad Heerhugowaard’

(‘Ah, from the country of tulips and windmills.  I thought your accent was familiar.  I used to live there myself many years ago, in a place called Heerhugowaard’)  Your heart beats faster as you hear the name of this place.  It is so close to your own home!

 

‘maar, uit welk gedeelte van het mooie land kom je’ ?? (‘So’ she continues ‘which part of that beautiful country do you come from?’)

 

Slipping immediately into your native tongue you reply ‘ik kom uit den Helder mevrouw, ik denk dat u dat wel kent, het is vlakbij Heerhugowaard.’  (‘I am from Den Helder ma’am.  I think you will know of it, as it is not far from Heerhugowaard’.)

 

She looks at you in surprise ‘ja jongeman, dat kan ik zeer goed, mijn neef Richard woont daar, hij heeft een belangrijke baan bij een oliemaatschappij en reist veel naar het buitenland, daarom zie ik hem niet zo vaak. alhoewel, ik reis vaak naar huis een paar keer per jaar om de rest van de familie te bezoeken’  (‘yes young man, I do know it very well.  My nephew Richard lives there.  He has an important job with an oil company and travels abroad a lot, so I don’t get to see him very often.  Although, I do travel home a couple of times a year to see the rest of the family.’)

 

As you kneel there completely stunned at what she has said another guest interrupts her.

 

‘Maritje, please stop talking!  You are wasting time.  If you don’t want that slut to pleasure your feet, there are plenty of us waiting for its services.’

 

Maritje laughs and patting you on the head she turns to the other woman ‘I’m afraid ladies, you are going to have a long wait, I have just discovered that this lovely slut is from my home country, and I intend to sit here talking to it about my homeland, while it massages my feet with its hands and talks to me in Dutch at the same time.  It has been a long time since I have been able to speak in my own language.  So as I am the eldest here and this evening is in celebration of my birthday I am going to keep this slut with me for a while.  You will have to find your pleasure elsewhere!’

 

Your mind is in turmoil.  You are sure that the nephew she is talking about is your good friend Richard who works for the Esso oil company.  There can’t possibly be two guys with the same name doing the same job that live in Den Helder.  That would be too much of a coincidence!  You try to remember whether Richard has ever mentioned an aunt by the name of Maritje but you just can’t remember.  But even as your mind is racing with this news, you are also aware of the conversation she is having with her friend and you are hurt that she has called you a ‘slut’ and ‘it’, as if even she believes that you, a fellow countryman, are not a human being.

 

As she turns her attention back to you, you fight the tears that are threatening to spill from your eyes, but one solitary tear escapes and rolls down your cheek.  Tenderly, she wipes the tear away and strokes your face.  Smiling gently at you she says ‘kom op slaaf, waarom tranen? je realiseert je nu hoe gelukkig je bent. de meeste mannen zouden er een moord voor doen, om zoveel poesjes te likken als jij deed, deze avond, maar jij hebt het geluk dat je het voor de resr van je leven kan doen, zonder de moeite te doen om een jongedame eerst te leren kennen’.  (‘come now young slaaf, why the tears?  Surely you realise how lucky you are.  Most men would kill to have the opportunity to lick as many pussies as you have this evening, but you are lucky enough to have the pleasure of doing so for the rest of your life without having to bother getting to know a young lady first.’)

 

You can’t believe what she has just said.  Geluk ?? hoe kan ik gelukkig zijn met het idee om gekidnapt te worden en verkocht te worden in de slavernij? om een hoer te zijn voor de rest van mijn leven, alleen te bestaan om plezier te geven aan degene die je misbruiken.  Zou dit echt de tante van mijn beste vriend zijn?  (Lucky?? How can it be lucky to be kidnapped and sold into slavery?  To be a whore for the rest of your life, existing only to pleasure those who wish to abuse you!  Can this really be your good friend’s aunt??)  She appears not to notice the look of disbelief on your face at what she has just said and asks you how you came to be in this place.

 

Continuing in your own language you hesitantly tell her your story, from the day you were kidnapped to the day I brought you to the auction house, although you do not tell her of the reasons why I brought you here, you just tell her that your Mistress became bored with you and decided to trade you in for a new slave.  Maritje listens intently to your story and does not interrupt while you tell it.  When you have finished you look down at the floor, as you are ashamed at having to tell this woman, who is almost a neighbour to your family, your humiliating story.

 

Maritje lifts your head again forcing you to look at her. ‘Zo slaaf, je hebt je nog niet helemaal gegeven aan je Meesteres. als je dat gedaan had, had je je niet hoeven schamen voor je positie in deze wereld. je moet trots zijn om bezit te worden bij je Meesteres. misschien is het daarom, waarom zij gekozen heeft om je te verkopen. Misschien kan zij je bijbrengen je tegenzin om compleet van haar te zijn’. (‘So slaaf, you haven’t given yourself fully to your Mistress.  If you had, you would not be ashamed of your new position in this world.  You would be proud to be owned by your Mistress.  Perhaps that is why she chooses to sell you.  Maybe she can sense your reluctance to become completely hers.’)

 

As she speaks kindly to you, and because you know that the others in the room cannot understand what you are both saying you gain the courage to tell her of your true feelings.

 

‘Alstublieft mevrouw, vergeef me als u denkt dat ik te vrij spreek, maar ik had nooit de gelegenheid om vrij te spreken met iemand over mijn gevoelens, maar u heeft me veel vriendelijkheid gegeven door met te praten deze avond. terwijl ik hier in het veiling huis was, te wachten om verkocht te wordennaar een levende hel, realiseerde ik me dat ik heel veel hou van mijn Meesteres Maar ik sta in tweestrijd tussen mijn liefde voor haar en om mijn vrijheid terug te krijgen, zodat ik terug kan keren naar mijn familie. ik mis ze heel heel erg.Ik weet dat het nu te laat is om bij mijn Meesteres te zijn, ze heeft mij al weggegeven, aan daarvoor voel ik mij zeer droevig, maar misschien kan ik op een dag naar huis terug keren. ik moet daar maar op hopen, want hoop is het enige wat ik heb. Zonder dat ben ik zo goed als dood’

(‘Please ma’am, forgive me if you think I speak too freely, but I have been unable to talk to anyone of my feelings and you have shown me much kindness by talking to me this evening.  While I have been here at this auction house, waiting to be sold into a living hell, I have come to realise that I love my Meesteres dearly.  But I am torn between my love for her and my desperate need to regain my freedom, so that I may return home and be with my family.  I miss them so much I think my heart will break.  I know that it is too late to be with my Meesteres, she has already given me away and for that I feel great sadness, but perhaps I can one day return home.  I have to hope so anyway, as hope is all I have left.  Without it I may as well be dead.’)

 

‘Slaaf ik begrijp  je gevoelens, je bent nog niet lang genoeg slaaf om te leren je emotionele gevoelens uit te schakelen, maar dat zal je wel leren. Wanneer je eens beseft dat je vrijheid weg is, en hoe de rst van je leven zo eruit ziet, ben je vast meer tevreden met je leven.’ (‘Slave, I understand your feelings, you have not been enslaved for a long enough time to learn how to stop having any emotional feelings, but you will learn in time.  Once you completely accept that your freedom is gone and this is how the rest of your life will be, you will become more content with your life.’)

 

Taking a deep breath you decide to ask for her help ‘alstublieft mevrouw, ik ben bang om dit aan u te vragen, omdat u misschien daar melding van maakt, en ik dan daar weer voor gestraft wordt, maar als ik het niet vraag, zal ik nooit kunnen rusten’. (‘please ma’am I am terrified of asking this of you, incase you report me and I am severely punished as a result, but if I do not ask I will never be able to rest’), before you can change your mind you quickly continue ‘wilt u overwegen om mij te kopen ?? als u dat doet , en u me vrij laat zodat ik terug naar huis kan keren, betaal ik u zoveel als u wilt. alstublieft ik smeek u, help mij.’ (‘would you consider buying me?  If you do, and you set me free so that I may return home, I will pay you as much money as you want. Please I beg you, help me.’)

 

‘Sorry slaaf, ik heb echt met je te doen, het lijkt dat je natuurlijk onderdanig bent, en je leert te accepteren wat jij overkomen is. maar ik bezit al diverse slaven zelf, en allemaal hebben ze geleerd om blij te zijn met de rol in mijn leven. sterker nog, de stewards hier in het veilinghuis zijn slaven. Zoals je ziet zijn ze niet vastgebonden, en degene buiten de wereld van slavernij, zullen nooit raden dat het slaven zijn. Ze zijn tevreden om bezit te worden door een Meesteres, en zijn toegewijd aan hun Meesteres, zodat het niet nodig is om ze aan de ketting te leggen.’  (‘I’m so sorry slave; my heart goes out to you.  It seems that you are not naturally submissive and may never learn to accept what you have become.  I own several slaves myself and each of them has learnt to be happy with their role in my life.  In fact the stewards here at the auction house are slaves.  As you can see they are not kept in bondage, and those in the world outside of slavery would never guess what they are.  They are content to be owned by their Meesteres and are devoted to her; so there is no need for them to be kept in chains.)

 

‘ik ben niet in de positie om je voor mezelf te kopen, en je boft heel erg dat je tegen me kon praten, en tegen niemand anders in deze kamer, over je verlangen om vrij te zijn.  Anders had ik geen keus om je te straffen met een zweep om een voorbeeld te stellen voor de anderen. ik kan het me niet permiteren dat slaven in opstand komen tegen hun eigenaren of tegen mij.’  (I am not in a position to purchase you for myself and you are extremely lucky that you spoke to me and no others in this room of your desire for freedom.  If you had I would have had no choice but to punish you with a severe whipping to set an example to the others.  I cannot afford for the slaves to rise up against their owners or against myself.’)

 

From the puzzled expression on your face Maritje can see that you have not understood fully what she is saying.

 

Roy, ja ik weet je naam, ik ben de eigenaresse van dit veilinghuis, daarom kan ik je niet kopen en vrij laten. Mijn klanten zullen alle vertrouwen in mij verliezen als ik begin met slaven te kopen en ze dan vrij te laten.Na het harde werken en geld is het de bedoeling juist om slaven te krijgen. Zo misschien is er dus hoop voor jou. Een keer per jaar, om mijn verjaardag te vieren, wordt er een bokswedstrijd georganiseerd, met 4 geselecteerde slaven. Elke slaaf vecht voor zijn vrijheid. En die wedstrijd wordt morgen gehouden. Als je eigenaar het goed vindt, zal ik je voor de competitie inschrijven. De eigenaar van de slaaf wie de competitie wint, bepaalt de marktprijs van de slaaf, zodat ze niet voor niks weggaan. aangezien dat jou eigenaar al besloten heeft dat ze je niet meer wil, zal ze je niet tegenhouden om mee te doen.

(‘Roy, yes I do know your name.  I am the owner of this auction house, which is why I cannot buy you for myself and set you free.  My customers would lose all faith in me if I started buying slaves and letting them go free, after all the hard work and money it takes to obtain slaves in the first place.  Although there may be hope for you.  Once a year in celebration of my birthday a boxing match is held with four selected slaves.  Each slave fights for their freedom.  And the match this year is being held tomorrow.  If your owner agrees I will enter you as one of the competitors.  The owner whose slave wins the match is given the market value of their slave so that they do not lose out.  I think therefore that as your owner has already decided she no longer wants you, she will not object to you taking part.’)

 

You are speechless.  On the one hand you cannot believe that Richard’s aunt owns a slave auction house.  Does he know what his aunt does to make money? Perhaps he has been here, or is involved in the business? Did he have anything to do with your kidnap?  There are so many questions you want to ask, but your instincts tell you not to let this woman know that her nephew is your friend.  If you tell her, and Richard does not know of her dealings in the slave trade, she may feel she cannot allow you to be free incase you tell him and who knows else of her involvement.  On the other hand you can’t believe that you may yet obtain your freedom.  Will I let you go, or do I hate you so much for what you have done that I will never give you the chance to become free?  You desperately hope that I give my permission for you to fight.  As you boxed for a few years when you were younger you know that you stand a pretty good chance of winning.  You start to feel excited at the thought that freedom could soon be yours.

 

‘Zo Roy, wil je dat ik met je Meesteres praat of niet ??’ (‘Well Roy? Do you want me to speak to your Mistress or not?’)

 

‘Ja alstublieft mevrouw, ik smeek u, vraagt u alstublieft mijn Meesteres. ik zal u eeuwig dankbaar zijn, als u dat voor mij wilt doen’ (‘Yes please, ma’am I beg you, please ask my Mistress.  I will be forever grateful to you if you would do that for me’.)

 

‘Oke Roy, ik zal mijn best doen om haar over te halen..., maar nu heb ik al teveel tijd in je gestoken. Vandaag ben je nog steeds een slaaf, dus je moet smeken aan de andere mevrouwen, om hun voeten te verwennen’. (‘Ok Roy, I will do my best to persuade her.  Now I have taken up too much of your time.  Today you are still a slaaf so you must now beg the other ladies for the pleasure of their feet.’)

 

‘Ja Mevrouw, ik kan u niet genoeg bedanken, voor uw vriendelijkheid tegen mij, en ik zal heel goed mijn best doen om u gasten het naar de zin te maken, de rest van deze avond.’ (‘Yes ma’am. I can not thank you enough for your kindness towards me, and I will do my best to keep your guests happy for the remainder of this evening’.)

 

With a happier heart you kiss Maritje’s feet and crawl on hands and knees to the next guest to beg for the pleasure of kissing and caressing her feet.

 

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When the party for the ladies has ended and you have finished clearing up the mess left behind, with the other slaves your arms are cuffed behind your back and you are led, this time by a leash attached to your neck collar, down some stairs and into the basement.  The basement has been divided into separate rooms, each with a heavy wooden door.  You start to tremble with fear as you realise that this is the punishment cellar.  Maritje has tricked you.  You are going to be punished for daring to beg for your freedom!  How could you have been so stupid to open your big mouth and beg for freedom, and to the owner of the auction house!  You briefly wonder if it would be a good idea to try and get a message passed to Maritje that you are a good friend of her nephew.  You do not think for a moment that your friendship with her nephew would persuade her to release you, but perhaps if she knew, she may not punish you too harshly.

 

While you are trying to figure out what is the best thing to do, tell her about Richard or say nothing, you are pulled into a room and pushed into a kneeling position on the floor.  At this point the decision is made for you, as a large ball gag is forced into your mouth and strapped tightly behind your head.  Miserably you realise you won’t be mentioning your friendship after all.  As you kneel there on the floor you look around the room your eyes opening wide with fear as you see all the instruments of torture hanging on the walls or standing on the floor.  It looks like a mediaeval torture chamber!  Now you are really worried.  Is the old woman going to have you tortured to death?

 

The steward who has brought you to the basement is the same one who initially took charge of you when you first came to the auction house.  Although you now know that he is also a slave, he is obviously a trusted slave and higher up the ‘food chain’ than you, and he is the one who will administer your punishment.  Judging by the clothes he is wearing, all leather and still with those heavy biker boots and the ugliest face you have ever seen with numerous piercings and tattoos all over his body, all of which make him look like a Hells Angels biker, you know that he isn’t going to be too gentle with you.  You dare not raise your head to look at him, he may only be a slave like you but he also has a lot of power over you.  As you kneel there waiting for the torture to begin you wonder if this guy was a biker in his previous life, and if so how the hell did he allow someone to overpower him and turn him into a slave.  You have also heard many horror stories about what bikers do to people who piss them off, and the horrific things they do to people just for fun.  You can’t stop your body trembling as you start imagining all the horrific tortures this guy is about to inflict on you.

 

If you looked at the guy’s face you would see that he is impassive about you and what he is about to do to you.  He does not get a kick out of torturing others and what he is about to do, he is doing purely because he has been ordered to, failure to carry out his orders would mean torture and punishment for himself, which like you he is desperate to avoid.  In fact if you had ever had the opportunity to speak to him you would know that he has never been a Hells Angel.  He was just an average guy working on a building site in Germany.  He was hand picked by a woman who took a fancy to him and so was kidnapped to order, put through basic slave training at a secret camp (which you were lucky enough to avoid, it being most unusual for a slave to be taken straight from being kidnapped to their owner).  His owner likes ‘a bit of rough’ and decided to turn him into a Hells Angel.  She gets a huge kick out of being able to dominate a man who looks as if he is part of one of the most feared gangs in the world.  He is still owned by his original Mistress but she puts him to work at the auction house during sales as a favour to her friend Maritje.

 

Walking behind you Dan, as he is called, attaches a chain that is hanging from a pulley in the ceiling to your handcuffs and using the pulley shortens the chain forcing you onto your feet.  He continues to shorten the chain until your arms are forced high up your back and your body is bent forward at the waist.  He only stops when your feet have been lifted so that you have to stand on the tips of your toes.  The pain in your shoulders is excruciating and you are terrified that your arms will be wrenched from their sockets.  Then unexpectedly you feel a quick pain in your arse as something is pushed into it.  After a minute the small object is removed.

 

What the hell was that? Your question is answered when Dan moves in front of you.  Lifting your head slightly you see that he is holding a thermometer.  What is happening? Why is he taking your temperature, and why from your arse as if you were an animal?  Dan is also holding a notepad in which he records your body temperature.  Next, using a tape measure he records the diameter of your upper arms, which by now are bulging hugely with the strain of your arms being forced up high behind your back.  Next he records the diameter of your thighs in the notebook.  This is followed by your chest and waist measurements being taken.

 

You are completely bewildered.  Why is he taking your body temperature and measurements?  It suddenly occurs to you that perhaps he is measuring you for a coffin!  Are you going to be killed?  But no that can’t be the reason, you don’t take a guy’s temperature if you are going to stiff him!

 

When he has finished he puts some slack in the chain and you grunt with relief at being lowered, easing the pain in your arms and legs.  Detaching the pulley chain from your cuffs Dan takes hold of your leash and pulls you without a word out of the room, down a corridor and into another room.  This room is laid out with gym equipment, and you can see that already there are other guys that you have never seen before using the equipment.  On looking more closely at them you realise that they are chained to the equipment they are using.  Chained in such a way that they are forced to use the equipment until they are released.    Some of them look exhausted and barely able to continue with the exercise that has been given to them to perform.   You can’t understand why they don’t have a rest from the exercises.  After all there doesn’t appear to be a Steward supervising them.  But whatever is going on you are relieved to discover that you haven’t been brought down here to be tortured.  So why have you been brought down here? 

 

You soon realise the purpose when you are led to a running machine.  Your hands are uncuffed from behind your back and re-cuffed to the rails on each side of the treadmill.  Wires connected to sticky pads are then attached to your chest, over your heart and your upper back.  The wires are connected to a small box attached to the treadmill.  You realise that this is to monitor your heart rate and your lung capacity and breathing.  Metal cuffs are then attached to your ankles, with lengths of wire coming from them leading into the same small box.

 

Dan sets the electronic running machine to simulate running up and down hills.  Then he leaves the room, leaving you to get on with it.  Shit! I haven’t done any running for months.  This is going to kill me!  The pace starts off fairly easy but after a couple of minutes it becomes harder as the running machine forces you to run faster, and then it becomes harder still as the setting on the machine switches to uphill mode.  Fuck, you think, you can’t keep going.  Your heart is going to burst.  The sweat is dripping off your body and running from your forehead into your eyes, and as you can’t wipe the sweat away your eyes soon start to sting.  Your breathing also becomes very heavy and difficult as you are still gagged.  When you feel you can take no more you decide to stop running, after all there is no one around to see you stop.

 

That’s when you realise what the purpose is of the wires coming from the metal cuffs round your ankles.  ‘Aaaaaaaaaaagh’ you scream into the gag as an electric shock rips through your body.  The sweat on your body has made the shock even more intense as it has conducted the electricity more effectively through you.  Now you know why none of the other guys dare stop their own exercises!  Although you are forced to keep your feet moving on the treadmill, the sensors in the pads on your back and chest react to your breathing and heart rate, making the machine slow down long enough to give you time to recover.  But still you are forced to run for an hour before Dan returns to release you.

 

As soon as you are released you collapse to the floor struggling to steady your breathing, which is made difficult because of the gag.  Dan realising you are struggling for breath releases the gag to allow you to regain control of your breathing.  He also gives you a large glass of water with added electrolytes to drink, to replace the fluids and minerals you have lost through sweating. 

 

Once you are breathing normally the ball gag is pushed back into your mouth and strapped tightly again behind your head.  You are then led to more equipment where you are forced to lift weights amongst other exercises.  You can’t believe that at this time of night, nearly midnight that you are being forced to exercise!  You are so exhausted from being the evening entertainment for the ladies that all you want to do is sleep, but there is no chance of that for God knows how long!  After each exercise Dan makes notes in the notepad about your progress and ability.  You are also given water to drink to prevent you from dehydrating and becoming ill.  You have realised that the point of all this, is to see how fit you are to take part in the boxing match tomorrow.  After all if you are really unfit and you are pitted against someone who is much fitter than you, you could end up dead in the boxing ring, and that would cost too much money to the auction house, because not only would Maritje have to pay money to the Owner who’s slave wins the boxing match, she would also have to pay your Owner for the loss of you.  But you know that it they don’t let you sleep soon, you will be dead on your feet in the morning, let alone dead in the boxing ring!

 

At various times throughout the evening other slaves are unchained from the equipment and led out of the room, to where you don’t know, as they are certainly not from the same group you have been sharing quarters with.  You have tried to check out each guy to see how fit he is, so that you can try and work out how good a chance you stand of winning the tournament.  All you can think of now is how freedom is so close to being yours.  You have noticed that Dennis was not amongst those in the gym and assume that he has not been selected to take part.  You feel pity for him, that he will not have the chance to win his freedom, but you are also glad as you would hate to have to fight him knowing that if he lost the fight, it would be your fault that he was forced to remain enslaved.  But you vow to yourself, that if you do win the fight you will not rest until you have managed to obtain his freedom also.

 

When Dan has decided that you have completed all the tests to his satisfaction you are released from the equipment and your hands re-cuffed behind your back.  The metal cuffs are removed from your ankles and replaced with leather cuffs with a short hobble chain between them.  He then pulls you, again by the leash, into yet another room containing small cages stacked one above the other.  Slaves are already occupying some of them.  You are ordered to crawl into the bottom cage.  When you are in the cage the door is closed and locked.  This will be your bed for the night.  At least there is enough room to stretch out your legs for which you are grateful.  Glancing above you though, you realise that the bottom of the cage above your head has bars, rather than a solid floor.  You hope to God the occupant of the cage above you does not piss during the night, as there is only one place for it to land – on you.  With that thought you try and sleep.  You know tomorrow will be a tough day…..